[Intro: Baldi (Ghetto Ian) & Fightmarker]

Okay, back to Basics

Rap Battle

Baldi vs Pico

2!

[Verse 1: Pico (Fightmarker), Boyfriend (Kwite), Pico & Boyfriend, Boyfriend & yukigloom]

Back to School, unpack my tool

Blam my Mac at you, outmath a fool

If I can't withstand the hands from the holsters

Then I'll just blast the cans like BSODA

Keep your jump ropes, I get the vibe JUMPIN'

Spending every day and every night FUNKIN'

And our time is money, there's usually a fee

'Cause Pico's licensed to kill, but I'll do this for free!

My submachine subtracts jobs from you

And adds more jobs for the substitutes

Copied Schoolhouse's notes from over the shoulder

And I assume It's A Bully stole Slenderman's homework

And fuck those seven notebooks, it's been seven years

Of Kickstarter backers wipin' up their tears

Now the one person waiting for those goals to be met

Is as sad as the strand, alone on your head!

[Interlude: Tfue]

Yo, Fightmarker, you eat fuckin' shit, dude

[Verse 2: Baldi, Principal of the Thing (Melody Nosurname), & Newgrounds Artists (Dilly Scott)]

I taught to a ginger kid, then I gave him some lessons

Now his dumb ass is back to solve more of my questions

Well this time, you may need a tutor

Is the slap you're hearing now coming from my ruler?

Oh, (Purchase this beat at ww.baldiojungle.com) oh, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Your shit's only hitting next to stalls

Let go of each other's hands, No f*****s in the halls

Fuck a school shooting, this will end even worse

Stop digging in each other; When will you learn?

Took one look at your site, man that shit was hell

Tell Fulp me and my friends call "Newgrounds" something else

Went through NinjaMuffin's favorites, and those ages don't add

Hope your math's better than his when you're taking my class

(BOOOOOOO!) Fine, I'll... change the subject

Here's an easy quiz, there's no way you'd flunk it

One and only question, what was the censored word

That the Principal said in the sixth line of my verse?

[Interlude: Baldi, Boyfriend, Pico, Boyfriend & Pico]

Umm... uhhh... uhhh... (Come on, what was it?)

Uhh, fa***ts?

WRONG

Oh, I'm so fucked! (Wake up, Baldi)

[Verse 3: Pico & Oricadia]

Who needs your math (Slatt, slatt) that nobody solves? (Slatt, slatt)

Stacking these apples, (Slatt, slatt) I am Steve Jobs (GO PICO)

I am Steve Jobs, (Slatt, slatt) I'm phoning that bitch (Slatt, slatt)

I give her banana, (Slatt, slatt) and she do the splits (SHE LOVES IT PICO)

All you did was call me gay, you hardly dissed (THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT)

Nice NinjaMuffin bar now, you started it (FUCK HIM PICO)

We know you a pedophile, you target kids (TRUE)

(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) And you bald as shit (BALD ASS BITCH)

Money changed you (What?) the moment it came (Schyeah)

We all saw the aftermath, priority changed

(Changed, changed, changed, changed, changed) Been actin' bolder

Like Granny didn't quickly send you back to shiny quarters (QUARTERS)

Wheels are goin' slow, (Pico) the field trip's stoppin'

Development time in endless mode, that's Indie Game problems (It's a problem)

Came in a parody, came out your own, but you can't drop it

The irony game's a played out joke, (Hahaha) wait I just got it!

[Bridge: It's A Bully (Dilly Scott) & Baldi]

That shit was so opium (What?)

That shit was so opium *ruler smack*

Baldi, Baldi, Baldi Basics

Failed all of my equations

Quiz everybody walkin'

A ginger soul's for the taking

Baldi wants boing boing, some sloppy, some toppy

Somebody come tug on my balls

They make it clap with no hands

Get out while you still can

Can, can, can, caaaan- (You need to purchase Baldi-)

[Verse 4: Baldi (Light)]

Spiky red, turtleneck, fought satanic kids-kids

Funkin' shit was a hit, and now you exist-xist

Run away, run away, meter never drains-drains

You will regret hearing every sound you make-make

I need more medicine, I don't want your herbs

Take so much of it 'til it fucking hurts

Take so much, like I'm savin' it for later

I can touch the sky, Baldi on the elevatorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

SHUH!

Distant memories, but for them the shots still ring

A sympathy of screams silenced by your OSTs

Life flashed before their eyes, knowing they weren't safe

Never getting payback, just your monetary gain

Coping with the loss, like you had any place

Yelling the real victims were video games

Empathy deficient, morality shattered

Building sites off sights of disaster

If parodying Columbine and tragedy's fair

Tankman replacing you's Tiananmen Squa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-

[Outro: Baldi]

Well that was just wonderful...